Like Cords Of Steele!
by The TKO Kidd
Like cords of solid thick steel Darla's innerthighs swelled, punishing Jim's ribs.


Jim cried in pain only wanting released from the punishment, and agony that
Darla was sending him through. Jim though could only lied trapped between
Darla's thick thighs of pounding muscles as they squeezed him unmercifully
without relief.

Jim couldn't believe what this young woman was doing to him with her legs
alone entrapping him in a devastating fullbody scissors. "She was just a
woman," Jim thought. "What, how could this female only in her early twenties
be so strong!?!"

Like cords of solid thick steel Darla's innerthighs swelled, punishing Jim's
ribs.

Well all was besides the point, and even though Darla's flesh had felt so
pleasurable, soft silky smooth. Jim couldn't fathom how much pain a woman's
legs could cause. All Jim felt now as he tried weakly to push at Darla's
thighs to maybe squeeze out from between them freeing himself, was how rock
hard they had became. Darla's innerthighs were swelling large with cords of
rippling muscles constricting, and reconstricting, pounding away at Jim's ribs
at an intense pressure without ceasing.

Only tears spilled from Jim's eyes streaming at a steady pace down his burning
crimson red cheeks that felt as though his face was on fire.

Jim tried to cry out a plea, but it only came out weakly as he wimpered, and
gasped trying to pull in just a little of the precious substance known to him
as oxygen. "Oooaahhhgggggg... Pleaseee,, let me gooo,,, pleaseeeeee..."

Darla only became excited by this man that was in his late forties hearing him
break down crying like a beaten little boy; between her powerful thighs.

"You know little man as well built, and as strong as you appear. You are just
not enough for me... Now you may just want to think about how easily i can
crush you like you weren't nothing... Ever hear a large dried out limb of an
oak tree break, then shatter beneath a blow of a heavy ax, hmmm?" Darla asked
Jim, with just so much of a contented smile on her face.

Jim's face was a bright crimson red, and beads of sweat dribbled from his
forehead mingling themselves with how tears that stung his face. Jim wanted to
answer Darla at this time, wanting to beg, cry, and plead out; but Darla only
denied him the privilege. Jim's lungs burned with an intense heat seeming to
fill with and ever growing fire; that wouldn't be put out. Jim's mind ran wild
with fear; fear knowing that at any moment his ribs could give into the
strength and pulsating pressure of Darla's harder then steel like innerthighs.

Darla could feel just the opposite to Jim's feelings, with her growing pleased
in herself seeing Jim held captive between her legs. Darla excited herself
more seeing her thighs swell and bulge at an even thicker density; growing
even harder. Jim squirmed like a trapped animal finding no escape from its
pedator. "Aaaahhh,, poor little guy.. You aren't so tough now are you?
Geeesh,, and here moments ago you actually thought you could beat me, and put
me to shame in a wrestling match? Well you're finding out just what a woman
can do!" Darla said tauntingly.

Jim was hurting something terribaly now, and with his mind spinning with
numbness, his arms could no longer put up any resistance against Darla's
thighs. Instead Jim's arms as large and burley as they were, packing some
decent muscles fell from Darla's legs limply to either side of him. Jim tried
kicking against the solid wood floor of the large office, but his legs weren't
finding the suffiency to put up a fight. Jim's legs then grew still as he
found them growing numb with pain now being unable to use them as a way to
kick out of his tormentress thighs.

"Well now Mr Prosecuting Attorney.. You may have evidence against me; but i
have not yet put a man to rest. Besides every little guy that i did send
nearly crippled for life to the hospitals somehow recovered. Yes Jimmy boy
they all recovered and are quite well at this time; living out their pathetic
little miserable lives in a normal mannor. Now what i see is that you'll be
dropping all charges against me.. All counts of physical abuse and aggravated
assault charges that you have against me, or i may,," Darla was leaving up
some with her sending Jim through a world of hurt; with him interrupting her
before she could finish crying out, "Ms. Steele, you know i can't drop the
charges; it's not up to me..."

"Ohhh,, but you will, and i suggest you make that motion in the next hearing
coming.. Because if you don't you may never be able to represent another again
in your pitiful weak little life. Do you understand me, BOY!?!" Darla said
with a warning in her tone of voice.

Jim was breathing some now; breathing with difficulty; but breathing...

Jim could still feel the threatening pressure of Darla's innerthighs hard
against him, and knew that if he didn't give this woman the answer that she
wanted, then all hell could break lose at any moment on his ribcage and the
possibility of shattering more then a couple of ribs in the process.

Jim cried like a baby as he lied there between Darla's thighs fearing the
worst, and hoping for some mercy... Jim then began balling more in tears but
at a sobbing rate, then replied to Darla, "Yesss Ms. Steele, i will see what i
can suggest to the magistrate in her chambers even before the next court
date... Just pleaseee allow me no more pain... You've caused me enough
already..."

"Well Mr Attorney, you best do that if you know what's healthy for you... Tell
me though, of all the female authorities that you have came across are they as
strong and as sexy with muscles as i am, hmmm?" Darla asked.

"Well no Ms. Steele i haven't ran into one woman that compares to your muscles
and strength..." Jim answered.

"OK Jimmy boy, that's what i want to hear from you little man, but tell me how
weak of a pathetic little guy you are compared to me.. Tell me how much
stronger i am then you are.. Please Mr Attorney, please do tell..." Darla said
weakening the lawyer some more, adding a little pressure to his still hurting
upperbody with squeezing him some more between her enlarging thighs.

Jim felt a slow increase of new pain filling his ribs with a burn then gave
Darla the reply she desired telling her in a steady flow of fresh tears,
"Yesss Ms. Steele, i am just a weak little man compared to you, and you are
alot stronger then i ever could be, even if i worked out for the next ten
years in a gym..."

Darla was pleased again with Jim's answer, and instead of releasing him from
her thighs, she filled his night with a steady treatment of thigh punishment;
racking his body with a steady flow of agony and torture. Darla Steele though
kept an pace with taking Jim throughout the night filling his weak little male
body with pain; without causing any damage, or breaking of any bones.

Jim spent the entire night in sheer agony, only wanting relief, and at times
desperately desiring oxygen that Darla Steele deprived him of through a series
of scissorings that restricted his breathing; bringing it to a nil at times.

Even though there was no one in the legal office building only being Jim, and
Darla Steele; Jim's low cries of pain could be heard from outside of his
office; only if there was someone outside of the room to hear them.

The loud cries of agony that Jim screamed could be heard to, again only if
there was someone outside of the room to hear them.

The steady cries of a man sobbing, pleading out in anquish did not cease, and
there were times that you may of thought that the man was about to be broken,
shattered into several thousand pieces. Loud screams sounded off within the
lawyers office, and with cries that had a reason behind them; with a young
woman showing a man how much he could hurt with all that pain poured out onto
his male frame by a strong muscular female.

Jim suffered horribaly that night, with Darla Steele pressing her point clear
to the prosecuting attorney, taking him through a world of pain and filling
his night with a body racked up tight with a horrid torment.

Darla Steele made sure, and her point wasn't going to be ignored. Darla made
positive that this attorney was definately going to see it her way, and keep
it that way; without renigging..."

The end

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